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Subject: {ASSM} Surrendering Sarah {Night Writer} (nc, wife) [2/?]
Date: Wed, 5 Jul 2000 14:10:43 -0400
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Surrendering Sarah
by Night Writer
Chapter 2
She retreated to the bathroom an hour earlier the following night.
When I didn't hear the shower, I quietly tried the door. It was locked.
She appeared at 9:30, fished her keys from her purse, and headed for
the front door. She paused, and turned to look at me. I tried to read
what was in her eyes, but found I couldn't.
She had dyed her chestnut hair black, and wore a deep red shade of
lipstick I didn't recognize. Her flat little belly heaved in and out
just above the freshly shaved cleft that now seemed more his than
mine.
She looked away, opened the door, and ran into the night, ebony hair
rebounding again and again from bare, white shoulders. I heard the car
start, then pull away. It would deliver her, naked and cold, to another
man - a man who's demands I refused to imagine.
--*--
By midnight, she was in our bed, beside me. Her bare arm was soft and
cool against my chest. A wet, fleshy thigh draped itself over my legs
as I lay in the darkness, unable to move or speak. She had to tell me
everything. He wanted it that way.
"He makes me keep him hard. I take his cock out when I get there, suck
it until he's hard, and keep it that way while I'm with him. He likes
to play with me. He pulls and twists my nipples. He licks me, um, all
over - my neck, breasts, tummy, then between my legs. He makes me dance
to his favorite songs, like a stripper. He invited two of his friends
over to watch me. He made me play with myself in front of them while I
danced. He said he'd let them rape me if I didn't do as he wished. After
they left, he carried me to his bed and had sex with me. He made me beg
him to put his cock in me. He made me beg him to cum inside me. When he
did, I had to thank him for filling me with his cum. He said I had to
tell you all this, and - oh god, I'm so sorry, Honey - that his cock is
huge, so much longer and thicker than yours, and that I told him I'll
be his slut for as long as he wants me."
I turned my head to look at her. Her eyes were wide and uncertain, just
inches away. She seemed precariously balanced between reality and
something even she failed to understand. She wanted comfort, sympathy,
and reassurance, while his semen dried to a thick paste between her
thigh and mine.
"He wants me again, tomorrow. I have to go. Please, forgive me."
There was nothing to forgive. I closed my eyes and prayed for sleep to
come quickly.
--
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